viado de nascença boiola por opção da silva

last night i dreamed that maggie started hanging out with some guy named Jake and Jake was really mean to me. they met in a college course called “mixed drinks” (unclear whether they learned to make mixed drinks or learned the history of mixed drinks)

and then they decided to go on a date so I went to Maggie and I was like hey I’m super uncomfortable with you going on a date with someone who’s mean to me and Maggie was super dismissive.

I walked away crying and then I caught a reflection of myself in a store window and my hair was the wrong color. I was staring at myself and I suddenly was like “there is No way Maggie would EVER treat me like this. I’m in one of my dumbass stress dreams right now, aren’t I?”

I stomped back up the street to Maggie and I was like “this is a dream! How irritating!!”

And Maggie was like “maybe you should take seroquel less, if you’re struggling to separate sleep from reality.”

And I went “SEE!! Maggie would NEVER call me crazy! This is a stupid dream!”

And Maggie was like “okay? What do you want me to do about that?”

And I was so mad I stomped off again to my bedroom and sat there annoyed til I woke up.

Then when I did wake up I was messaging Maggie about it and laughing like, “if I knew it was a dream, why did I even try to convince you of it? I knew it was fake, what was my goal arguing with you?”

Then I looked at the text I’d sent last night while I was falling asleep on seroquel: